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AI art 'Chun-Li Threesome' with user description 'Finally made a set for her.'

$AI art 'Peko Casting' with user description 'The dojo was silent, save for the rhythmic dripping of melting snow from the eaves and the harsh, hurried breathing of Peko Pekoyama. She knelt on the cold tatami mats, her forehead pressed against the polished wood in a position of total supplication. Her silver hair, usually bound in disciplined braids, was a frayed mess, sticking to her neck with a mixture of sweat and a heavy, pearlescent sheen. Her dark uniform lay in shredded heaps around her, leaving her in nothing but the remnants of her white bandages. "Young Master," she whispered, her voice a fractured rasp. "I have failed my purpose. The tool has been overridden by its own hidden nature." She didn't look up. The shame was a physical weight, but beneath it, a terrifying, rhythmic pulse of heat still throbbed in her core. "The mission to eliminate the ten rival swordsmen... it was a trap of pride," Peko continued, her fingers curling into the wood. "The bet was absolute. If I bested all ten in succession, they were to commit ritual suicide. I fought through nine of them, my blade a blur of silver. But the tenth... he used a hidden chemical agent. A paralytic mist that slowed my pulse, turning my limbs to lead. I lost. And the price was a 'Blackened Punishment' designed to dismantle the Ultimate Swordswoman." She shivered, the memory of her blade snapping echoing in her mind. "They gave me a choice: my life, or a total physical surrender. I chose the latter. I thought I could endure any trauma for the sake of the clan, but I was wrong about my own limits. They were relentless. The Gangbang lasted until the moon crossed the sky, and they treated my body like a training dummy to be conquered. They took me in every way imaginable, and to my absolute horror, my body began to betray my mind. The more they used me, the more the 'tool' started to feel... human. The friction, the heat... it sparked a fire I didn't know I carried." Peko’s voice hitched, a small, involuntary moan escaping her. "It was a physical exorcism of my discipline. At one point, to prove their total dominance, they combined their efforts. I felt my internal boundaries shatter as they forced three members inside my Anal passage at the same time. The sheer scale of it was impossible, stretching me until I thought I would break, but instead... I cummed. I reached a shattering, involuntary climax that shook my entire frame. I wasn't just being punished; I was being awakened. I was no longer a person or a weapon, just a void being filled by the very men I had failed to kill, and I was begging for every drop." She squeezed her eyes shut, the images of her own distended abdomen and her trembling, wide-spread legs burning behind her lids. "The finale was the most debasing," Peko whispered, her breath hitching. "They lined up and forced me into a continuous, brutal Deepthroat. They held my head by the hair, forcing me to take every inch of them. And then... the release. They finished inside me, one after another, a relentless tide of white tribute that filled my stomach and my throat to the point of bursting. I felt the pressure building behind my eyes, in my sinuses..." > I can still feel the warmth... Peko thought, her mind spiraling. It was so much. My womb was heavy, my stomach was distended, and then my throat became a reservoir. I tried to swallow it all, to be the 'loyal tool' even in my ruin, but the volume was supernatural. > "It overflowed, Young Master," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of trauma and a dazed, blissful heat. "There was so much cum that it couldn't stay contained. It began to vomit back up, surging through my nose and trickling from my ears. I was internally saturated, drowning in the evidence of my own defeat and my own hidden pleasure." Peko finally looked up, her red eyes dazed and bloodshot. Her mouth was slightly open, and even now, a thick, white trail of fluid leaked from the corner of her lip, staining the tatami. She was completely gaped, her pussy and rear remaining wide, pulsing circles that could not close after the scale of the assault. "I am no longer a sharp blade," she whispered, a dazed, shattered smile finally touching her lips. "I am a vessel that has been filled to the absolute brim. And the worst part, Young Master... is that I have never felt more complete."'$